Cachet

Title: Cachet
Author: Author #036, Elspeth Slice aka Irana
Gift For: Author #065, Lulu Latrina
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Neville
Disclaimer: Don't sue me. I'm just playing with them. Really.
Feedback: Oh please.
Summary: A year after the final battle, and two after his last year in Hogwarts, twenty year old Harry Potter visits a brothel for the first time.
Beta: Thank you loves! You know who you are and saying would give me away.
A/N: Written for the Fic Exchange. The request was: Request: Harry/Draco/Neville, Harry/Draco, Harry/Neville. Oh gosh, you listed my OT3 in your preferred characters, so I jumped all over you. I would love desperate, locked in at both ends sex. Since you'd like a bit of a challenge, definitely post-Hogwarts, maybe set in a brothel with Harry as client. The idea of Neville as proprietor and Draco as employee with proprietor joining in is very appealing, but really, just Harry as the client would work fine for me. All of your 'ask me fors' other than vampirism sound so hot (not a big vampire fan), so whatever you'd want to work in! 3247 words.
Kinks include: first!time boy sex, bottom!Draco, bottom!Harry, crossdressing, rimming, f&f, felching, dirty talk, wanking, marking, biting


***

Harry couldn't believe he was really doing this. When he'd heard that Neville of all people was running a brothel, he'd laughed till his sides hurt. Then he heard it was one of the most popular Wizarding establishments and it peaked his interest. His decision was made when he heard Draco Malfoy was employed there. He would be visiting Cachet.

It took him several tries to work up his nerve. The first time he went, he made it as far as the front door. He'd stood there for a full minute before turning and walking away. The second time he'd made it inside the plush building, but had chickened out and asked to speak to Neville instead.

Neville had been all smiles, pleased to see Harry. The scar on his forehead had faded after Voldemort's death, and Harry had allowed his hair to grow. He'd had his eyes fixed, although he still wore a pair of frames with clear lenses on his nose, simply for the sake of familiarly.

Harry followed Neville into his office, blushing at the art on the walls, and settled himself comfortably in the chair, his eyes following Neville as he poured them both drinks. The war had changed all of them and Neville's once chubby form had changed into muscle, his jaw had firmed and he was quite attractive. His brain chose that moment to remind him that Neville had been a frequent visitor in his late night fantasies since sixth year. Almost as much as a certain blond haired, grey-eyed boy had been. His flush deepened when their fingers touched around the glass as he accepted the drink.

"I'm surprised to see you Harry," Neville said, still beaming at his friend. In truth, Neville had often wondered what would have happened had he ever been bold enough to tell Harry how he felt about him during their last year in school, but that was two years ago, and he reckoned he'd likely lost his chance.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you," Neville went on, "but you're the last bloke I expected to see cross my threshold."

Harry flushed once more and took a sip of the whiskey in his hand. "I'm surprised I'm here too Nev. What made you decide to do this? I always figured you'd end up in something dealing with Herbology."

Neville shrugged. "I dealt out so much pain during the war, I wanted to be able to do something that would make people feel good instead. There were loads of people with no skills, or no family or money, who needed work, and I take care of my people."

"People like Draco Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"Exactly. Even though he didn't take a side in the war, all his families assets were seized, and he was left without a knut, or a home, and no one wanted to hire the son of a notorious death eater. So I offered him a job. I was surprised he actually took it," Neville added. He'd often thought Draco was hot, but never thought he had a chance with him, any more than he thought he'd have a chance with Harry.

"So why did he agree, do you know?" Harry asked, curious.

"He said if he had to whore himself, he'd rather do it where he knew he'd not be hurt. Apparently, someone wouldn't take no for an answer, and he'd had to hex the guy. He came straight here after that."

Harry sat in silence for a moment, Neville observing him calmly. If Neville had learned one thing, it was how to read people, and he could tell Harry wanted to ask something.

"What is it Harry?"

Harry jerked and met Neville's eyes. "Sorry Nev," he said sheepishly. "Mind wandered off for a minute there. So um, if I wanted a night with him… Malfoy I mean… well, how would I do that?"

Neville gave him a soft smile. "You call me and make an appointment. Unless you'd like him now?" he added.

Harry panicked. "No!" he shouted. Taking a deep breath he repeated himself more calmly. "No. Not right now. I want… it should be… I want this to be special." Embarrassed, he rushed to explain. "I've only ever wanted two blokes and… well, he was one of them," he finished softly.

Neville nodded his head in understanding. He'd had to deal with his own longings, so fully understood what Harry meant. "So when would you like him then?" he asked, picking up a roll of parchment and a quill.

"My birthday," Harry responded immediately, flushing once more. "It's in a few days, and I thought… you know… a gift for myself."

Ignoring how charming he found Harry's blush, Neville jotted something down and replaced the quill and parchment on his desk. "He's all yours. He's one hundred and fifty galleons for the night. He's rather popular," Neville added wryly.

Harry felt something strange flutter in him at that, but nodded. Standing, he placed his now empty glass on the desk and nodded. "I'll see you in a few days then," he murmured, preparing to take his leave.

"Harry," Neville said, placing a hand on Harry's arm. "Don't be a stranger. Owl me sometime and we'll go have drinks or something, alright?"

Harry nodded once more, then fled before Neville realised what a simple touch from him had done to his body.

***

Four days later found him standing outside the door of Cachet once more, a nervous wreck. He'd been with women, had done some reading about being with a man. He'd even talked it over with Ron, who had twigged some time ago that Harry wanted Draco, and who proceeded to take the mickey with him over how long he waited. The illustrations he'd seen had turned him on something fierce, and he'd wondered if those things felt as hot as they looked.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside and made his way to the desk. Neville came out of his office just then, and smiled at him.

"Hullo," he greeted, and then turned to tell the woman at the desk he'd handle this one himself. Harry flushed at that, images of just how he like to be handled flashing through his mind.

Harry followed Neville to what appeared to be a suite of rooms, and his nerves mounted. The common area was lovely, done in creams and red, and Neville smiled, and patted his hands.

"Relax Harry," Neville encouraged. "It will be fine, you'll see." He squeezed Harry's hand and left the room, determinedly pushing down the desire to be there to watch this, to see two beautiful men whom he had wanted at different times in his life, make love to each other. He knew something Harry didn't. Draco was very particular about his clients, and they all had either green eyes, or dark, messy hair. More than simple sex would be taking place in that room, and he itched to see it happen.

Nervously, Harry undid his cloak, hanging it on an ornate coat rack. He then decided to remove his robes as well, feeling increasingly nervous as the moments ticked by. He'd just turned when the door to what had to be the bedroom opened, and Draco stepped out.

Harry gasped. Draco was beautiful.

His hair had grown longer and caressed his shoulders as he moved. Harry hadn't the words to describe accurately the kimono Draco wore, save that it was scarlet silk with a wide swatch of black silk around the waist. He moved like the silk itself; smooth and sensuous, his steps fluid grace as he walked over to where Harry stood, jaw dropped.

Draco reached up and slid his hand under Harry's chin, gently closing his mouth. "Hullo Harry," he purred, pleased with the reaction he'd received. He'd dressed with care when Neville told him who his client tonight had been, telling Neville to waive the fee only for Neville to tell him he'd already done so. He'd smiled at his boss then; a small, pleased smile, and Neville had returned it before he left. He'd known then that Neville knew he wanted Harry for himself, and had wondered if his boss knew he desired him as well.

The silk of the stockings he wore caressed Draco's legs as he moved, stepping behind Harry to slide his hands around his waist, tugging his shirt from his trousers and sliding his palms under the material to caress warm flesh. He smiled as Harry shivered, then released him to face him once more as he began to undo the buttons hiding Harry from his gaze.

"Draco, you look…" Harry shook his head helplessly, unable to finish the thought. He simply hadn't the words. He couldn't believe he was here, doing this, with Draco Malfoy with the blond looking the way he looked.

Draco smiled, and pushed the now open shirt off Harry's shoulders, letting it fall to the ground as he began on the fastenings to the trousers. He was pleased to note that Harry was already hard, even more pleased when he discovered Harry had foregone pants.

"Gorgeous," he whispered as he dropped slowly to his knees, his back straight, and took Harry into his mouth.

Harry gasped, the feel of that hot wet mouth around him sinful, and grabbed at Draco's shoulders to steady himself. He looked down and saw peeking from the fabric of the kimono stocking clad feet, the toes arched against the carpet. His eyes were drawn to the silver hair spread over the scarlet silk, and he realised Draco was watching him, eyes dark with desire as Draco moaned in obvious pleasure.

He wants this, Harry thought, shocked. Then he remembered it was Draco's job to make the person he was with feel desirable, and pain he'd not expected lanced through him at the thought. Pushing the unexpected reaction away, he focused on the way Draco gave himself to his task, the gentle sucking, the long licks of his tongue, and then his thoughts derailed as Draco just swallowed him whole.

He rocked his hips forward without thought, breath hitching as Draco just took it, and fisted his fingers in Draco's hair. "Gods, Draco. Stop, please stop, I'll come," he managed to grit between his teeth, pleasure signing along his veins.

Draco stood, giving Harry's cock one last, longing suck, and removed Harry's glasses, placing them on a nearby table before leaning forward to give him a lingering kiss.

"I didn't think… I mean, I hadn't expected… I thought there was no kissing. Not that I'm complaining," he rushed to clarify, "but I didn't think that the people who worked here did that sort of thing," he finished diplomatically.

"We don't," Draco replied, eyes locked on Harry's. "Everything but, in fact," he said, stepping slightly back from Harry.

"Then why?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Because I wanted to," Draco replied, and then stopped any further questions by the simple expediency of kissing Harry again.

When he broke the kiss, both were breathing hard, and Harry's eyes were glazed as he watched Draco untie the bit of black silk, the red falling from his shoulders to reveal what he wore beneath. Harry took in the black silk corset, red dragons twining sinuously around the fabric, the flushed cock standing at attention in a sea of white blond, the black silk thigh high stockings encasing Draco's legs, and felt himself get impossibly harder.

"Merlin," he breathed, following helplessly when Draco backed into the bedroom door crooking his finger at Harry.

Draco slid onto the bed, sitting on his knees as he watched Harry approach. "You've no notion how much I have wanted this Harry. How often I pretended a client was you in order to get them off. There's only been one other I wanted even half as much, as like you, he had no idea. Still doesn't."

Shocked, Harry stopped by the bed. "Really? Who?" he asked before he could stop himself. He blushed and muttered, "You don't have to answer that."

Draco smirked and said, "Neville."
Harry's jaw dropped, and his mouth worked for several minutes before he managed to speak. "You're having me on."

Draco shook his head, smirk widening at Harry's reaction.

"Me too," Harry confessed, the flush rising in his cheeks and spreading down his neck.

A brow quirked at that and Draco got a wicked gleam in his eye. He slid off the bed and pressed a small knob on the wall mirror, smiling when Neville's face appeared. "Neville, could you come here please?" Neville nodded, and the mirror became a mirror once more.

Harry looked at Draco in puzzlement, before he realised Neville was on his way and jumped into the bed, covering his lower half. "What are you doing?" he hissed at the smug blond.

"Fulfilling a fantasy," came the blithe reply as Draco climbed onto the bed and stretched out beside Harry, uncaring that he was virtually nude.

"I thought you were here to fulfill mine," Harry said waspishly.

"I suspect I am," Draco replied calmly, a hand sliding over Harry's chest to pinch at a nipple. "It's mine as well, and if we're lucky. Also his."

Neville walked into the room just then, taking in the scene, a frown on his face. "Something wrong?"

Draco looked at Harry, who was once again flushing, and turned to Neville. "Harry and I wondered if you'd care to join us," he said, face betraying none of the nervous hope he felt. Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom, together in his bed. Salazar alone knew how often that fantasy had gotten him through the tedium of his job, gotten him hard enough to perform.

"Pardon?" Neville asked, surprised. His cock gave an interested twitch, and he looked from Draco to Harry, received a small nod, and looked back at Draco, who smirked.

"Seems Harry and I had a fantasy in common, and we'd like you to help us fulfill it. If you're interested of course. It will be fine if you're not."

Neville's gaze swung back to Harry, took in the hope in his eyes and the desire in Draco's, and walked to the mirror. When the woman at the front appeared, Neville said, "I'm not to be disturbed unless someone is dying. Clear?" At the tiny nod, the mirror winked out once more and Neville turned back to the other occupants in the room.

"You're sure?" he asked, needing the confirmation, because he knew he couldn't stop once they'd begun.
Both men nodded and watched as he began to strip off his clothes, revealing a war hardened body and a thick, hard cock. Draco looked at Harry and smirked, leaning in to whisper in Harry's ear, "Do you want to suck him? I'd like to watch that I think. That cock was made to be sucked, and your mouth was made for cocksucking, did you know?"

Harry moaned and licked his lips, his eyes fixed on the hard length bobbing toward him as Neville came closer. Draco removed the corset, sliding away from Harry as Neville came to a stop beside the bed.

"Stretch out across the bed Harry, and pull your knees under you," Draco instructed, watching in satisfaction as both men caught on. He watched as Neville stroked his cock, thumb sliding over the tip, and Harry got in place in front of him, one hand already reaching for the prick of the only other man he'd wanted for years.

As Harry leaned in to lick tentatively at Neville, Draco slid between Harry's parted legs and kissed the small of his back.

"Just relax, and do what you like Harry," Neville encouraged, biting back a moan at the sight of Draco behind Harry, hands on the cheeks of his arse, spreading them apart. Harry tensed, and Neville slid a soothing hand into his hair.

"He's not going to hurt you," he promised, as he pulled Harry closer, the tip of his cock brushing against Harry's lips. He gasped as Harry's mouth closed around him, tongue licking, mouth pursed and sucking softly. "Oh that's good," Neville moaned, eyes sliding shut in pleasure.

Draco chose that moment to swipe his tongue across Harry's arsehole, wringing a stifled gasp from the ebony haired wizard, causing him to take in more of Neville than he'd expected. For a moment Harry froze, unable to believe what Draco was doing, slowly overwhelmed by how good it felt. A gentle thrust reminded him of Neville, and he sucked, hard, and was rewarded by a brittle gasp.

Harry lost himself in sensation then, barely aware of Draco gently preparing and repositioning him, blinking at suddenly finding himself positioned over Draco, his cock hard at the blond's entrance, Neville behind him gently pushing inside him, forcing his body to push against, and into Draco's. Simultaneous gasps rang out in the room as all three men reacted to the sensations; Harry to sliding inside the tight heat that was Draco, as well as being breached by the thickness of Neville's cock. Draco to having Harry Potter inside him and Neville to being inside Harry.

A rhythm was set, gentle rocking becoming brutal thrusting, each of Neville's thrusts pushing Harry hard into Draco. The pace became fast and hurried as the various moans and groans drove the tension to a fever pitch, and suddenly Draco was coming, setting off a chain reaction in Harry and Neville both. When it was over, they collapsed in a sticky, sweaty pile on the bed, Neville carefully withdrawing from Harry before Harry did the same to Draco.
"All right Harry?" Neville asked the same time Draco did. Weak laughter followed Harry's reply of brilliant, and Draco slid down the bed between Harry's thighs, lifted his hips, and sank his tongue into Harry's hole, licking eagerly at Neville's come. The sight had Neville moving behind Draco to do the same, and Harry groaned in reawakening desire at the sight. The feel of Draco sucking at him there was incredibly arousing, as was knowing that Neville was licking his come from Draco's body.

Neville finished with a suck, falling on his back with a contented sigh. Draco licked his way up Harry's reawakening cock and grinned. "Ready for another go?" he asked, eyes twinkling mischievously.

***

One month later found the three of them sharing a home, a large rambling Tudor outside of Hogsmeade. Draco had been saving the money he made at the brothel so he could retire in comfort, and Neville had been putting aside the money Draco brought in for Draco's use. All in all it was a tidy sum, and with Harry and Neville's income combined, they'd all be quite comfortable in the foreseeable future.

They'd spent the day after Harry's birthday talking, all three of them and had laughed when they realised they'd all wanted each other, and no one had said or done anything about it, expecting to be either rejected or ridiculed.

Harry was happier than he could ever remember being, and wanted to make this a more permanent arrangement, and was looking into the sorts of Bondings which would work to make it so. He smiled as he considered what might have happened had he not gone to Cachet. Looking at the faces of his two sleeping lovers, he decided it didn't matter. He had, and it had led to this, and he wouldn't change a thing.

~ fin ~